Epiphany

This earth feeds me,

And darting arrow stars

bear my solid weight

until the kingdom come.

The reign is strong,

Our way runs on,

Through darkest night

Light swears its' song.

Undenying self unwind your balm,

My journeymen upfling their swords,

Shining in the highest realm,

and come to rest on holy ground.

Inside there is no sound,

And shores of bliss renew some peace,

That listens, softens, sways and grows.

My eyes are open,

Solstice wakes and knows.